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There are some who are keen to control, to be in control, knowing what's going on. Then there is the other character type, which is able to devote themselves to the extent that one loses control. This man drops out and hope that it is soil where he lands.

The soul's a horse. The horse's soul. Thighs The feminine. The sensuous. A picture of three horses. Where are we now. Mother, father and I in the background. I was born of a horse, but I was not a horse. My sister was my horse. I was her head and will.

Where are we now. Mother and father and I in the background. I was born of a horse, but I was not a horse. My sister was my horse And I was her head and will. It has been almost an obsession. I have always painted horses. It has been almost an obsession. Where did my horse go. Why did she leave me.

I have thought A lot for myself, But I've never been any good to stop by something. I'm not good to listen, And I'm not good At discussing and I do not understand other people's views.

The soul's a horse. The horse's soul. Thighs The feminine. The sensuous. A picture of three horses. Mother, father and I in the background. I was born of a horse, but I was not a horse. My sister was my horse. I was her head and will.

The soul's a horse. The horse's soul. Thighs The feminine. The sensuous. A picture of three horses. Where are we now. Mother, father and I in the background. I was born of a horse, but I was not a horse. My sister was my horse. I was her head and will.

talking horses, The horse is in me and in you too, I am looking forward. There is a meeting between me the horse and the painting. If you are painting a picture of a horse, you do not know what it will be in advance. You have to let go and let the feelings go. The more insecure, And clumsy you are and less control you have, the better is the horse. I paint my horses because it's something I cannot do.

Where are we now. Mother and father and I in the background. I was born of a horse, but I was not a horse. My sister was my horse And I was her head and will. It has been almost an obsession. I have always painted horses. It has been almost an obsession. Where did my horse go. Why did she leave me.

The feminine. The sensuous. A picture of three horses. . Where are we now. Mother, father and I in the background. I was born of a horse, but I was not a horse. My sister was my horse. I was her head and will. It has been almost an obsession. I have always painted horses. It has been almost an obsession. Where did my horse go. Why did she leave me.